No
relief in sight.The
thoughts kept pouring through your head.Mesmerized,
the images were bled intoanother
tapestry of painted horror.Entering
the film, it ate them up.Now
they're left to sup on allthe
tales of the misery they'd spun.Pass
another bun with worsted liver.Never
mind the others that mightshiver
at the sight of bloody meat.The
projector has been set to run warp speed.Watch
the others suffer as you bleed.There's
no relief. The site's the same.You
wail in grief. The picture's made.The
other's reap the profit fromthe
horror that you feel.You
think that it must be surrealbut
everyone's agreed thatyou
should suffer forthe
parasites' relief...